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A society that lives with its head stuck in sand,
like the masters of the financial empires of the world who cannot see the
simplest reality that stares it in its face, is
either conditioned by imposition to live blinded,
or it lives so by choice. The modern world financial empire truly is ruled by a
new type of flat-Earth society. In this sphere nothing is real. Everything
is hollow, fake, and is braking down. Only the genocide that is imposed by
this insanity is real. It kills people, and destroys the humanity of those
it cannot kill.

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Heathrow was a sea of grounded airplanes. The captain announced over the
intercom that he a terrorist threat or something of that nature had shut the
airport down. For a moment it seemed to me that the world-financial system
had already crashed. No movement was discernible on the ground. The baggage
carts and service vehicles were all parked in neat rows. This didn't look
like a typical response to a terrorist threat. Not a soul was in sight. It
seemed as if air traffic had come to a halt in the two weeks we had been
away in Russia. Obviously it hadn't. A single wing of the main terminal
looked like it was still in operation. It had Air Force planes parked near
its gates. This part seemed to support the captain's terrorist suspicion.
Either way, we wouldn't be landing.

What a shocking return this turned out to be,
to the Western World! If this was a terrorist threat, I found it amazing
that we were allowed to come so close to the airport. Perhaps the control
tower had been shut down as well. If so, perhaps it was more likely shut
down for the lack of money or for the lack of a fungible currency
altogether.

Fred suggested that if the reason was economic,
Russia would be in a worse mess. Of course Russia was in a mess too. It had
tried to hide it in the usual way with propaganda and covering up the cracks
with 'chewing gum' which they so often used to hold their fragile system
together. We all knew that Russia's economy had been collapsing more rapidly
than ours had. It merely came to light in different and less visible ways in
Russia. Like the West, Russia too had refused to take the required actions
to save its economy. Perhaps it was fortunate for Russia that it had
isolated itself somewhat from the West and had reversed course at virtually
the last moment, by which it had somehow muddled through.

As it was, we didn't land in London that day.
No official reason was given as to why. The only thing that the captain
appeared to be allowed to tell us, as he put it, was that the plane was
heading back to Russia for refueling until the politicians could sort things
out. He suggested that the plane might be diverted to Frankfurt, Germany, if
permission is granted. Everything else, he said, was classified. He told us
that he found it rather amusing that the West was so secretive about such a
"little thing," as he called it. For this, our plans had all been
altered, whatever the 'thing' was. I personally didn't mind the diversion,
nor was I surprised by the secrecy. Secrecy, deception, and dishonesty had
become the hallmark of the West. Secrecy had become the new diplomacy under
the banner, "In Lies We Trust!" What we were experiencing was not
inconsistent with the usual games that were being played, the secret games
like the Iran/Contra affair that had been kept secret for a long time, and
the CIA's secret terror offensive against the Third World that had become
rich in death squads and lean in humanity, while the arrogant cries were put
forth about containing communism.

"Did I tell you that I nearly got robbed
twice in a single day at Heathrow airport?" I said to Ushi as our plane
climbed away and turned sharply.

"No!" Ushi answered in a serious
tone.

I told Ushi that I had gone into one of the
washrooms on the way to the baggage office. Travelers rarely use these out
of the way washrooms unless their luggage is lost and they come that way. I
told her that I was barely through the door when I sensed a man standing
behind me. Before the door was fully closed the man had pushed me hard
against the wall. "Welcome to the home office" the man had said to
me in a joking manner. "Please give me everything you've got on you. Be
smart! No tricks!"

I told Ushi that I heard some groaning in the
background. I told her that I twisted myself right out of his lock and
rammed the chap into the opposite wall.

"And," said Ushi.

"I guess he got a surprise he didn't
expect, and me too, especially me. The man was in uniform," I said to
Ushi. "He was one of the airport security people that had been hired to
protect the public. He had nearly robbed me." I began to laugh.
"Can you imagine the two of us. I just stood there in disbelief and
stared at the man and shook my head. 'You're disgusting,' I said to him as I
let go of his arm. 'It is even more disgusting that you want to steal from a
fellow officer. I am an officer of the diplomatic service,' I said to him.
'We are struggling like hell to keep the world from blowing up, and there,
you're turning against your own family as it were. With creeps like you
providing security, what chance does humanity have?' With this said, I left
him standing where he was and did what I came for."

I told Ushi that it really got interesting
after that. I told her that he apologized profusely as I left the washroom
and came running after me, pleading that I shouldn't report the incidence. I
told Ushi that he started to explain the "ways of the world" to
me, as he had put it. 'Stealing has become a way of life in London,' he had
insisted, 'especially the stealing from your own kind.' He couldn't see
therfore why I was so annoyed with him."

Ushi laughed.

"Don't laugh yet," I replied.
"It gets better, still."

"It can't get better," she said.

"Oh it can. He told me that he had been
employed earlier in one of the big investment houses, before he became a
security officer at the airport. He told me what he had encountered there,
to explain his actions," I said to Ushi. "He told me that
everybody had been stealing from everyone else, there. He said to me that
they even had the audacity to collect a commission for arranging the theft.
And it was all totally legal. He said it's still going on. He said to me,
'with this considered, why should it not be legal for me to rob you in the
washroom where you least expect it?' Yes Ushi that's what he said to me. He
said the process is the same in both cases. It's the same game utilizing the
same method with only a slight difference in the steps involved."

"You found this interesting?" Ushi
interrupted. "Let me guess, you invited the man for coffee,
right?" she said and grinned.

"No, no, it was lunch time," I
corrected her. "I invited the man for lunch." I told Ushi that his
point was that the whole market had become an organized arena for stealing.
I wanted to hear his story. He said huge profits were taken out of the
market where nothing was being produced that generates the wealth that was
distributed as profit by the brokers.

Ushi began to laugh as I said this.
"That's really becoming comical, Peter," she interjected.

"Don't laugh," I replied. "He
told me that the 'investors' brought in their money massively and cheerfully
and gave it to the brokers. But did the brokers buy them any real
investments for their money, of the type that builds industries that produce
useful goods? No, they didn't. Nothing was bought anymore in terms of
investments to finance productive processes, new industries that meet the
needs of society by producing useful things, or investments that build
infrastructures, which are required to operate the industries, or
investments that advance culture, art, science, and technologies, which
enrich society? He said that they didn't buy any of these kinds of
investments for their clients, because that's not being done anymore. He
told me in his sarcastic kind of way that nobody can get rich honestly,
especially not when the physical economy is being starved out of existence.
He said he really couldn't see, with all this considered, why I was
surprised that he was stealing."